Saturday, June 25, 2011


"I was only five when my dad told me I'd die
I cried as he said son, was nothing could be done
No all the fists I thrown just tryin to prove him wrong
After all the blood I spilled just tryin to get killed

Cuz I've already suffered I want you to know God
I'm ridin on hell's hot flames comin up from below"

Up from below-Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

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